Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.